Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

"Look at your children, look at your children!" The old man danced and danced, and suddenly grabbed my arm that Gao Yang chopped off last night.

"Ah..." I let go of the old man and covered his arms.After bandaging, I changed my clothes and covered the wound.

My father and mother rushed over together to stop my atrocities, but they suddenly saw me covering my arms in pain, with puzzled expressions on my face.

"What's going on?" Mother said in surprise.

My father did things quickly, took off my coat at once, and rolled up the sleeves of my T-shirt inside, only then did I see the gauze with bright red blood on my arm. [

The old man coughed for a long time and said: "You dare to hit me, even me! Look at how naughty your children are!"

My father carefully looked at the injury on my arm, and asked with a frosty face, "What's going on?"

I put down my sleeves, put on my coat, and said blankly, "I accidentally scratched it."

Father sighed, turned his hands away, and sat on the sofa in the corner, covering his head with his hands.

——It’s very much like me, always thinking about how to escape when encountering things.

"It's certain that Zhou Ming will be expelled, so don't waste your time." The old man finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It is true that the No. [-] Middle School in the city can no longer take in such students, so why don't you go home and plant the land earlier, and I can help you share some of the labor?" .”

After hearing the old man's harsh words, the hatred in my heart grew stronger, and I wished I could beat him up right now.

"Our family has no land." The father stood up suddenly again, his face turned pale: "Teacher, just give Mingming another chance. He used to be a good student with both good character and academics. He may have gone astray recently. ..."

"No." The old man said firmly, "Students like this must be expelled."

My father wanted to say something else, but I interrupted him and said, "Dad, it's useless to beg him. He doesn't care about anything at all. At most, he handed over my many crimes to the school. In the end, the school management decides whether I will stay or not." .”

"You..." The class teacher's face was ashen, but he had nothing to say.

"I remember you used to..." Dad said slowly: "You have a stupid mouth, and you are very polite to everyone."